Well, did anyone here know I love to write? Well I do, and I've written a bit about a battle. I'd be glad if you looked at it, thanks!

The sounds of battle filled my ears and made my aching head throb all the more! The evil song of shrieking metal as steal met steel, the dreadful melody of the twanging as shaft left bow, these filled my head as a drove my sword deep into the neck of my enemy! He gave a despairing gurgle as he died, spewing forth blood onto the rain drenched earth.
Death, it was everywhere. It filled the very air I breathed, tainting it with the aroma of decay and the silence that the slain lavish, the silence of eternal sleep.
"Sire I............" The sound of Gwain's voice was cut short as an arrow lodged itself deep into his back!
I howled with rage as a turned my horse toward the center of battle, where my friends body lay being crushed under the feet of the advancing infantry. They treated his body as if it were no more than mud, or dirt! My rage blotted out my reason, the red mist has clouded my eyes! I charged down the hill, strait into the forest of pikes! My horse gave a distressed whiney as one of the sharp points dug itself deep into his chest, sending me into the air above the heads of my foes! I crashed to earth taking down three with me! I rose in spite of my reluctant, aching, pain-filled body, ready to slay as many of the heartless murderers as I could before I myself fell.

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"Where is Arthur?" The gruff voice of William was directed toward no one is particular. "We can't hold off much longer, we need him..." He was cut off by the voice of the young squire Kay:
"There! There he is! Amidst the phalanx! Look! What is he mad?"
William answered in one word:
"Charge!"
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"Die! Every last one of you die! Killers! Murderers! I will slay you! Every last #### one you ########!" My words seemed to come from far away. From someplace deep within me.
I felled many but still; they came on from every side! They were forced to drop their pikes or be impaled by my thrusting blade. Many tried to escape by their weapons were far to long for them to move amidst the tight packed formation.
I cleaved the head off one, I slit the throat of another before I felt pain. One man had managed to drive the butt of his pike into my back! I fell with the sound of William, my best knight, ringing in my ears:

"Fight for your king men, and God may show us mercy!"
Then the blackness came, it snuck up and put me into unconsciousness.